Good Morning/Day/Evening to you all! 
It has been a wonderful week! Many, many thanks from both the Missus and myself! She is mending very, very well according to her doctors and surgeons so great news on that front!
As most anyone with a few years behind them has experienced, while sitting with someone after surgery, illness or similar, you tend to have a lot of time to think and I mean a LOT!

I also think we all can point to certain moments in our lives that tend to stick with us for various reasons. Some good, some bad, some even that have helped mold out lives from that point forward.
I know for me, I have been blessed with many good years that provoke such thoughts but some of the ones from my formative years stand out. I mean stand out as in they taught us certain behaviors that modified our own lives and how we perceive things
through our adult life.
One such story is from a period in time right after my sister passed away when I was age 7 (she was 5) and carried on for 5 summers. The lesson is not about death but about life and our perception of our own personal situations. I would love to share the story but it is long and would have to be over 2 or 3 postings.
Before I go off down that trail and despite it being a life altering and very positive/uplifting lesson, I wanted to see if you all minded me sharing it first. I wouldn't post it all at once but if you all don;'t object, I'd like to share it for despite its ; length, it is very true and the lesson learned still serves me well to this day as it will in the future.
Unless someone does mind, I'll post part one of it with my next post. And if anyone does mind to hearing an old guy droning on, trust me, it wont offend me. I'll check the posts carefully as I always do anyway before going off that trail. Here's wishing you all great ending to yet another week and wishing you all a fulfilling rest of the week!
Steve